Friday, April 12, 2013
Goodbyes are hard.
Wednesday evening was my last session with my therapist, Dr P. She's leaving the practice, so it was time to say goodbye. I'm not going to lie--it was hard. She has helped me so much. And you get to feel close to someone after spilling your guts week after week.
It was a good session. We talked about what had happened since my last visit, and we talked about my ephiphany. We also looked at how far I've progressed since I started seeing her. She said she was proud of me. Sniff.
I'm going to miss Dr. P. It was hard to say goodbye. When the session was over, she gave me a big hug, and told me I can always contact her if I need anything. I'll admit, I shed a few tears on the way home.
In the coming weeks, I'll be transitioning to another therapist in the practice. Dr. P is confident it will be a good match, and I trust her judgement. Yes, things are going well, but I'm not comfortable going out on my own just yet. I need to have someone in place I can talk to when I need it.
So Dr. P, I wish you all the best in your new adventures. And thanks for all your help. I know it's your job and everything, but still. Thanks. I couldn't have done it without you.